FredPeyer

The Smile

Like early morning mist

Rising from a still lake

Her smile hesitantly moved

Up her cheeks

But stopped before

Reaching her eyes

Dark ponds reflecting

Sadness and despair

 

The ghost though of her smile

As tentative as it was

Hinted at a sliver of hope

Expressed a hidden longing

For maybe just a smidgen

Of joy and happiness

But the smile slowly faded

It was not meant to be

Comments3

  • Goldfinch60

    Very emotive write Fred.

  • Fay Slimm.

    Yes a smile can mean many things Fred and you describe so well the hesitation felt by one whose smile stops at the lips and exposes a sad and negative mind. A perceptive write that touches this heart.

  • orchidee

    A good write Fred. A smidgen better than nothing? Better than a poke in the eye anyway, as the saying goes - or summat like that! lol.



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